Paul
looked at the glowing screen of his computer. He was the last to leave
the office and had taken the opportunity to log on to the internet and
surf for some adult sites. As this was his first job after leaving college,
he had not been able to afford his own computer. At home he'd used his
father's but since the argument, where Dad had almost literally thrown
him out, Paul had not returned home. He preferred to make his own way,
even though home for the moment was a grotty two-room and bath flat
in an unsavoury part of town. His job paid well, good money for a nineteen
year old with no degree.

On the
screen a young man, no older than himself, was on his knees in front
of an older guy. His mouth was wrapped around the head of the older
guy's impressively thick cock and his eyes were closed. A click of the
mouse brought another picture on line and, in this one, the guy had
taken his friend's cock right to the back of his mouth. Paul could feel
the pressure of his briefs as his own cock swelled inside his pants.

"Paul?"
came Graham's voice from behind him. Paul jumped as though his chair
had become electrified. He swung round to look at Graham, standing in
the entrance to his cubicle. Swallowing nervously, Paul realised that
Graham had been able to see everything on his screen and that he had
no idea how long he may have been watching.

"I
think you had better come along to my office." Graham continued.
Turning and leading the way. Paul noticed that all of the other cubicles
were dark, their occupants gone for home at least an hour ago. Graham
stepped into his office and waited. Paul followed him inside, glancing
round as Graham closed the door and turned the key in the lock

Graham
sat on the corner of his desk and looked Paul slowly up an down. He
admired the lean muscles and the smooth skin of his face, the taut bottom
beneath the smart tan slacks. Paul just looked down at his hands, twisting
his long, elegantly tapered, fingers together.

"You
know that I should suspend you and possibly even sack you for this,"
Graham asked.

"I
didn't mean anything by it I was just, well curious, I suppose."
Paul answered him.

"That
could be very expensive curiosity," Graham continued, "it
could cost you your job."

"Well
I know what guys do with each other, but I don't know what it's like."

"And
you want to know?"

"I
think so."

Paul had
an idea that, from the turn the conversation was taking, Graham wouldn't
be sacking him or even suspending him. Paul lifted his head and found
Graham with a half-smile on his lips, gazing at the bulge in his pants.

"Do
you really want to know what it feels like?" Graham murmured, standing
up and moving very close to Paul. He nodded, feeling the heat from Graham's
body and smelling the sharp masculine scent of his after shave. Paul
closed his eyes for a moment, as Graham pressed lifted his chin with
the tip of his finger and slowly brushed his lips across Paul's mouth.
Paul gasped at the jolt ripping through his body and Graham pressed
his tongue past Paul's lips and into his mouth. Graham's arms slid around
Paul, pulling him closer, so that he could feel the lean hardness of
his body.

Paul tried
to draw back, at first, then melted into Graham's embrace, pressing
himself against the older man. Graham's hand slid between them to cup
around the bulge in the front of Paul's pants. He fiddled with the buckle
of his belt and then unzipped the straining fly. A swift tug and Graham
was able to push Paul's pants down to his ankles, leaving his cock and
balls barely covered by the tight white cotton briefs.

Graham
cupped his hand over the bulge, fondling Paul gently, feeling the length
of his cock as it hardened beneath his fingers. Paul had his eyes closed,
lost in the moment as his cock was stroked by another man for the very
first time. Graham eased his hand under the material of Paul's briefs
and slid them down, freeing the head of his cock. The skin was velvety,
yet smooth and slightly slick from the droplet of pre-cum that was oozing
from the slit. Graham pushed the briefs down, and curled his fingers
around the hard pole of Paul's cock. "Yess," Paul groaned
into his mouth, as Graham ran his hand along the length of his cock.

Graham
knew he had to taste this cock. Slowly he broke the kiss and knelt in
front of Paul. He held Paul's cock and balls gently in one hand and
gazed at the swollen rod, hard and pointing at his face. Caressingly,
he rested his finger and thumb on the tightly stretched foreskin and
eased it back from the head. Graham pouted a little and touched his
lips to the tip of Paul's cock, flicking his tongue against the oozing
slit.

Opening
his mouth wider, Graham slid the cock into his mouth and closed his
lips around the head. He lapped at the swollen glans tasting the sharp
saltiness of Paul's precum. Gradually he leaned forward, revelling in
the feel of Paul's cock sliding over his tongue, deeper and deeper into
his mouth. As the head touched the back of his tongue, Graham gulped,
letting it into the back of his throat.

Paul was
lost in the sensation of Graham's mouth caressing his hard cock. He
could feel the man's tongue sliding over and around his cockhead, caressing
the shaft and grazing the sensitive rim. Graham's lips pressed against
his tight sac, brushing the heavy, swollen balls. His warm mouth caressed
Paul's cock, the head buried deeply in the back of his throat.

Paul closed
his eyes and tilted his hips, offering more of his hard cock to Graham's
mouth. Graham reached upwards, running his hands along the back of Paul's
thighs until his hands were caressing the younger guy's taut buttocks.
Graham caressed the smooth skin, using his fingertips to open the cleft
between Paul's cheeks and expose the tight ring of his anus. Sucking
slowly and teasingly on Paul's cock, Graham brushed the tips of his
fingers against the dark opening, deep in the cleft of his ass. He felt
the twitch of the cock in his mouth as he flicked his tongue against
the velvety skin, before plunging his head onto the erect shaft. As
he worked the tip of Paul's cock to the back of his throat, Graham caressed
the dark opening of his asshole, pressing his fingertip gently against
the opening and slowly working it inside. He could feel the ring of
tight muscle clenching on his fingertip and knew that Paul was very
close to shooting a load of hot cum into his throat.

Graham
made a gentle thrusting motion with his fingertip, slipping it inside
Paul's rectum and felt the cock in his mouth jerk. A heartbeat later,
he felt hot, slick, cum spurting into the back of his throat as Paul
pumped thick slippery ropes of his salty sperm into Graham's mouth.
Graham swallowed greedily, devouring the slippery, salty, fluid as the
tip of his finger slid into Paul's ass.

Graham
could feel the cock in his mouth soften a little, as he swallowed the
last drops of cum seeping from the slit. He gently drew his head back
and swirled his tongue over the shrinking cock, lapping every last drop
of Paul's salty-sweet sperm from his cock and drinking it down. There
was a quiet 'plop' as Graham drew his head right back and let Paul's
glistening cock escape from his lips. Then he stood up and leaned agaist
his desk.

"Now
it's your turn, Paul," he said, unfastening his pants and pushing
them down, with his boxer shorts, around his ankles. Paul sank slowly
to his knees and took hold of Graham's cock in his long, slender fingers.
It was not quite as long as his own, but thicker and no less firm. He
sircled the base with his finger and thum, moving his hand slowly back
and forth, fascinated by the way the felvet skin moved against the hard
flesh beneath. He brought his other hand up beneath the heavy sac, lightly
dusted with coarse, bushy, hair, some turning grey, and felt the weight
of Graham's balls. Graham arched his neck and pushed his hips forward
a little, his hands bearing his weight on the desk.

Paul blew
gently on the swollen cock in front of him and then, tentatively, licked
the head, running the tip of his tongue all over the glans, wetting
it with hi saliva. Graham remained perfectly still as Paul, for the
first time in his life, tasted a cock. He opened his mouth wide and
slipped the bulbous head between his lips. His warm mouth engulfed the
swollen head, as his tongue swirled over the end. He had no experience
but, instinctively, Paul was arousing Graham like an experienced pro.
Graham was too thick for Paul to take to the back of his throat, but
he caressed and coaxed the younger guy to swallow as much of his cock
as he could take. Paul gagged and his eyes watered as Graham thrust
gently into his hot mouth, but Graham was never so forceful that he
choked Paul. Graham eased his cock out of Paul's mouth and caught his
breath for a moment. "Stand up, "he ordered the young man,
" and bend over the desk , here."

Graham
reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a tube of moisturising cream.
Shuffling round behind Paul, he squeezed a little cream onto his finger
tip and, spreading Paul's cheeks with his other hand, began to spread
the cool cream over the dark ring of his asshole. Paul jumped at the
coolness, but Graham pshed him back against the desk, with the hand
that had spread his cheeks. The tip of his finger was just inside Paul's
rectum and Graham looked down to see his finger sliding easily in and
out of the dark, muscular, ring. Paul flinched at the first, painful,
intrusion but soon found that it helped if he panted and made little
grunting sounds, pushing against the fingertip as he did so. Graham
enjoyed the sounds Paul was making, tiny groans, punctuated by gasps
and panting, as he thrust back onto Graham's finger. He squeezed a little
more cream onto his fingers and then brought a second finger along sinde
his forefinger, watching as they slipped into Paul's ass, stretching
him very slowly but firmly and brooking no argument.

Graham
looked down and watched his fingers sliding slowly into Paul's tight
ass, listening to him grunting and groaning.

"What
do you mean, when I'm ready?" gasped Paul, alrm in his tone, "Ready
for what?"

Graham
said nothing, just preessed his fingers a little more deeply into Paul's
ass, twisting them as he did and listening to the tortured groan that
slipped from his lips. Paul was both excited and frightened as he felt
Graham spreading his tight asshole. He'd pretended to misunderstand
what Graham had said, but he knew that Graham intended to fuck his virgin
ass. What's more, the thought of Graham taking him over the desk excited
him, making him feel delicoiusly dirty and depraved.

Graham
squeezed cream over the head of his cock, smearing it over the swollen
bulb until it was slick and well lubricated. Then he kicked his feet
out of his pants and briefs and moved behind Paul. Slowly, he rubbed
the tip of his cock along the cleeft between Paul's cheeks, pressing
it against his asshole. Paul grunted at the contact, and the tight ring
clenched. Graham patiently rubbed his slippery cockhead along the crack
of Paul's ass and reached down to spread his thighs a little wider.

Gradually
Paul relaxed a little, the tight rose loosening. Graham pressed the
tip of his cock against the tight ring and pressed forward. This time
he could see the blunt tip pressing against the hole, stretching it
a little. He paused, keeping the pressure against Paul's asshole, but
resisting the urge to plunge deep into him. Paul let out a low groan
as he felt the pressure ease slightly and the burning in his backside
cool a little. Graham pushed a little harder, a jerk of his hips pressing
the head of his cock into Paul's ass. Paul cried out, in a mixture of
pain and anticipation, as Graham looked down to see the rim of his cockhead
just at the edge of Paul's anus.

Paul was
shaking his head, and trying to speak, but Graham ignored him as he
rocked his hips forward a fraction of an inch, the tip of his cock slipping
past the tight ring of Paul's asshole. Paul released an explosive grunt
and gripped the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned as white
as ivory. Graham was panting, sweat matting the hair on his chest beneath
his shirt.

Paul sucked
air in a great shuddering breath, trying to calm his trembling body.
Graham increased the pressure of his cock and pushed slowly, easing
his cock inch by inch into Paul's virgin ass. Paul clung to the top
of the desk as tears of pain trickled down his face. Graham ignored
his sobs, pressing on, forcing his thick cock into Paul's virgin bowels.

It seemed,
to Paul, to take forever but at last he could feel Graham's balls pressed
hard against the cheeks of his ass. Graham paused to let him grow accustomed
to a cock in his Ass and Paul's breathing became easier as the burning
receded. He still felt painfully full and desperately wanted to push
the thing invading his tender ass out. Graham Grabbed Paul's hips, holding
him firmly, and began to rock his hips back and forth, moving the length
of his cock in and out of Paul's ass. Paul grunted and puffed air through
his mouth, grimacing in a mixture of pain and wonder. Grahams cock slid
almost all the way out of Paul's ass, where he held it for a hearbeat,
before he plunged it deep inside him. Paul groaned and pushed back against
Graham, opening his tight anus and drawing him deep.

Graham
moved quicker, stabbing his thick cock into Paul's ass harder and more
viciously until his cock cock and Paul's ass felt as though they were
burningn hot. The tight walls caressed his cockmand began to ripple
like fingers milking his cock. Graham felt himself swelling in Paul's
ass and the tightening of his balls that heralded the first spurts of
his hot cum.

Graham
grunted once, deep in his throat and rammed deep into Paul's ass. His
hands dug into the younger guy's cheeks as he held him tighht against
his loins. Paul could feel the jerking of Graham's cock in his ass as
it spat thick ropes of slimy cum into his tender ass. The splashes of
cum stung inside him as Graham spurted, forcefully, deep inside him.
Slowly, Graham's cock softened and slipped out of Paul's asshloe. The
tigt ring was much looser now and Paul gasped as the cool air hit his
tender ass. Thick globs of Grahams cum oozed between Paul's cheeks and
the tightly stretched muscle looked bruised and tender.

Graham
pulled his pants and briefs back on and moved behind his desk.

"Pull
your pants up," he ordered, "then get off home. I want to
see you in my office after work tomorrow."
Confused and a little sore, Paul obeyed, wondering what Graham would
demand of him after work, next time.